Victorian Tailcoat Novels & Stories

It’s an attention I’m not sure I want, but it’s mine all the same. And then I see Valen. He stands near the head of the table, leaning back in an easy, confident way of his. My breath catches when I really see him—how the lamplight clings to the deep midnight blue of his coat, glinting off the fine gold embroidery that sprawls across his chest in sharp, radiant lines. The coat is tailored within an inch of its life, long and split at the sides so it drapes behind him like a prince’s cloak. Chains of gold glimmer along his shoulders, subtle but strong, and a ceremonial dagger hangs at his hip—vintage, curved, beautiful.

Victoria hissed, her voice a sharp blade against my ear. She stood behind me in my bedroom wing, her manicured fingers aggressively pulling the zipper of a plain, restrictive taupe silk dress up my spine. It was a secondary outfit from her own wardrobe—dull, completely devoid of shape, and intentionally chosen to make me blend into the background like a household servant.

His hair was combed and styled perfectly, every strand falling into place with effortless elegance. The black royal cloak with its intricate golden embroidery hugged his broad shoulders, the black waistcoat beneath it accentuating his strong frame, and the deep blue shirt peeked out at the collar, adding a touch of rich color that made his red eyes stand out even more. He looked breathtaking, like a prince stepped out of an ancient legend.

It was the "blessing tea." "You look absurd in that dress," Victoria remarked casually, gliding over to a long mirror on the wall. She smoothed down the front of her own crimson gown, admiring her reflection. "It completely swallows what little shape you have. Though I suppose that’s for the best. We wouldn't want Alpha Torin thinking the proud firstborn of Ironwood is an alluring siren. Let him think I am modest and severe. It suits the lie."

Perhaps you were worried about becoming a laughing stock. "That's an unnecessary concern. I'm still hardy!" Grinning naughtily, Winston remained as conceited at the ripe old age of 60. "When we're both in a nursing home, I'll be the one who pushes you around. Just wait!" Everyone giggled at their playful banter, just like they had for years. Victor had donned a sharp four-piece suit for the occasion, featuring a dark grey shirt paired with a refreshing silver-grey dotted tie. To his disappointment, Winston had not opted for a suit. Instead, he sported a white athleisure outfit adorned with expensive embroidered patterns, looking casual and cool.

We both lost in our eyes . "There you both are". Victoria's voice broke the spell just like that. We both straightened up and I adjusted my dress. Victoria was wearing a floor length light purple colour v-neck dress which had a loose sleeves , a beautiful simple amulate with a round violet gem stone was decorating her neck , the pearl breslet was showcasing her look,she looked elegant ,her beauty was effortless . She was wearing a pair of golden strap heels. "You look beautiful in this dredd ,dear". She smiled at me.

There had been births, parties and great, costly-occasions like a visit from a monarch during: a royal progress. ‘There he is,’ a voice murmured in her ear, scented breath skimming lightly over the sensitive lobe. ‘It was painted last winter. Isn’t he drop-dead gorgeous? I helped him chose his outfit. The gold velvet slacks are by Van Notes, the black velvet jacket and damask waistcoat created especially for him by Moschino. And the long windcoat came from the Miyake work-rooms.'

*Tristan* Or at least it would feel as though it was going on forever, I muse while my valet assists me as much as possible into my formal attire. I button the blue silk brocade waistcoat myself, because the dexterity required is beyond Bateman’s skills. When finished, I slip my arms into the black swallowtail coat that my man holds up for me. “Can’t remember the last time you dressed so formally”. Bateman says, masterfully brushing the lint off the jacket.

Tabitha replied. Blake arrived from the bathroom wearing his clothing. It was a light grey Victorian suit with a high white collared shirt, black bowtie, and dark grey vest. Overlapping his shoulders is a cape attached to a long overcoat, and on his right side is the family crest embroidered into the coat. “Why does Blake have such a way with clothing? Even this ancient suit looks good on him.” Tabitha complimented his look. The maid had finished with Claire’s hair, and she rose to meet with Blake and nodded her approval.

“They’re both wonderful.” “What he meant was that he’ll take both!” Victoria said, “I’ll pack it up. Like I said, all the outfits you want are on me.” “I can’t let you do this.” Maia looked at Victoria in embarassment. The materials for both the cape coat and the short fur coat weren’t exactly cheap. “You promote my dresses whenever you put them on. So, why can’t I do this? Just go where the high society ladies go, and they'll be at my doorstep the next day.” Victoria said as she carefully packed up the two outfits.